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I was given the earth
not to keep but to sow and to share
such a beautiful mine like a beautiful yours
no wrath from some mouth
no pursed scorn from some upturned lip
just elements
truest in soil under our fingernails
just elements
of the most perfect rose

Clive Culverhouse

Thursday, July 9, 2020

Topic(s) of this poem: wicca,paganism,nature,earth,belief,faith,alternatives,religion,natural,kindness

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***Wiccapoetry by Clive Culverhousea Modern Paganism poem***

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Clive Culverhouse 09 July 2020

I put this poem on the poetry website Write Out Loud here's a comment " Only if everyone could understand this earth would be a better place to live in."

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